She was my friend and I was going to protect her the best I could. Since moving to Florida, I found there was a big difference between friends and acq...aintances. Most of the guys I used to hang with weren't really friends. I thought they were, but now I knew the difference."Hey, I thought she wanted to, she went to bed with me," Jim said in his defense.Jim was being a jerk and I wanted to grab him by the throat. Instead, I tried to make him understand in a more subtle way. "I was in the same. That he had the power - we ALL have the power - to forgive. It's called mercy! Our mission here in Mecca is finished. We can't afford to start a religious war between muslims and christians, but the first skirmishes have already occured. It will culminate with many millions of them marching down on that city of sorrows: Jerusalem." finished Enoch.Jason thought for a moment, then added, "Maybe THEY will be the army of the two hundred million, spoken of by St. John the divine in the book of. "Usually it's all I can do to keep from laughing when I rub her own come into her tummy and thighs." She put one hand to her mouth as if she were attempting to keep from laughing. "But if I had known that I had married a little sissy, I would have scooped it up and made her eat it instead!" Both girls burst out laughing, amused by that idea while I felt even worse. By the time they got control of themselves I felt as if my knee's were going to. The screen lit up and to her excitement and horror she had a message. “Hi” was all it said. There was something about the two letters that pulled her in a little. “Hey, hows it going?” She typed back. The chat bubbles popped up. She watched them dance across the screen for what felt like eternity. Why was she feeling this way. There was nothing special about this profile, and there surely wasn’t anything special about his two letter greeting. “Didn’t we go to high school together” was the next.